The moment Wuyang Hall's doors opened, three blurred figures shot out.
Having learned the bandits' exact location from the little girl's inner voice, Kan Ruifeng hurried straight toward the Military Camp at the foot of Cloud-Gathering Mountain.
Having pieced together his wife's past from his colleagues' "hearsay," He Feizhang raced furiously toward the palace gates, his eyes blazing.
Tan Wenhan clenched his right fist and kept punching the air as he walked, as though rehearsing for the battle to come.
The other officials followed close behind, itching to tag along and watch the excitement.
"I hear Chancellor Tan never pulls his punches when disciplining his sons. After that business with Zhang Shiliu last time, rumor had it that his second son couldn't get out of bed for about half a month!"
Now he had learned that his good-for-nothing second son had accepted a beauty sent by a prefect. Surely another family war was brewing?!
"Whoa!"
"And another thing! They say He Feizhang is utterly besotted with that lovely wife of his. Otherwise, he wouldn't have married a prefect's daughter..."
Yet He Feizhang was also fiercely concerned with saving face. Now that he had abruptly learned the truth, who knew what kind of uproar he would cause once he got home-
They all understood what went unsaid.
A colleague walking beside the speaker swallowed. "Then why don't we...?"
The man who had spoken first looked hesitant. "So, shall we...?"
Let's do it!
Capital City was quite lively that evening.
Furious as he was, He Feizhang forced himself to remain calm and finished a full day's official duties.
The men Zhang Yueze had sent were still hiding in his Mansion, so he did not have to worry about anyone tipping her off.
As soon as he returned to the Mansion, he